Post by hawkfrost on Aug 27, 2006 13:23:54 GMT -5
Name: Nadia
Age: 1 year
Gender: Female
Description: silver wolf with blue lines that flip upwards at the end on her eyes, butter-milk yellow falcon wings. dark cool gray nails, body is slender and strong, eyes are emerald green, plumy tail with a blue tip,
Personality: quick to judge and others must work hard to gain her trust, but once she trusts them she is endlessly loyal to them and will die protecting them, if she doesn't like someone she will ignore them or attack them, she is ambitious but is usually happy if she can contribute in any way to her pack
Example post: The wolf stepped into the moon light, and sniffed the air. Cautiously she made her way down to the small pond that covered a patch of grass near the foot of a boulder. She lowered her head and drank down the cool water, her ears always alert and her muscles tense, ready to run at any sound. Nadia raised her head and shook her body, waking her sleepy muscles. She knew that she must travel farther to find a pack and now was no time to rest. Springing up, the fae began to lope through the forest. Her paws pounded the ground in a steady rythym and she lost herself in the sensation of the earth beneath her and the wind combing through her fur. She raised her muzzle and howled, calling to any wolves nearby to come and join her in a moonlit run, rejiocing in the sister Moon's cool, silver light.
Age: 1 year
Gender: Female
Description: silver wolf with blue lines that flip upwards at the end on her eyes, butter-milk yellow falcon wings. dark cool gray nails, body is slender and strong, eyes are emerald green, plumy tail with a blue tip,
Personality: quick to judge and others must work hard to gain her trust, but once she trusts them she is endlessly loyal to them and will die protecting them, if she doesn't like someone she will ignore them or attack them, she is ambitious but is usually happy if she can contribute in any way to her pack
Example post: The wolf stepped into the moon light, and sniffed the air. Cautiously she made her way down to the small pond that covered a patch of grass near the foot of a boulder. She lowered her head and drank down the cool water, her ears always alert and her muscles tense, ready to run at any sound. Nadia raised her head and shook her body, waking her sleepy muscles. She knew that she must travel farther to find a pack and now was no time to rest. Springing up, the fae began to lope through the forest. Her paws pounded the ground in a steady rythym and she lost herself in the sensation of the earth beneath her and the wind combing through her fur. She raised her muzzle and howled, calling to any wolves nearby to come and join her in a moonlit run, rejiocing in the sister Moon's cool, silver light.